One evening,
a little boy was on a walk on a path in the woods just outside of his
home. He was about to head back home from his day of chasing bugs and
making forts, when a shiny pebble on the ground winked at him from
the corner of his eye. He stooped down to look at it. The boy
couldn't place a color to it, as it seemed to change in the sunset,
fading between blue and violet. His mother would love it, so he tried
to pick it up. It wouldn't budge.

He dug a
small moat around it with his tiny fingers and tried to pry it out
again. He pulled, and tugged, and kicked, and even scraped, but the
tiny rock barely seemed to shift. He dug deeper, trying to find its
bottom. He discovered a thin, golden chain connected to this strange
pebble.

With all of
his strength, he yanked at the chain. With a sick, suction-like pop,
the pebble came loose and the boy fell backwards. Before he had any
time to admire his new prize, a hollow sound seemed to echo from
where the stone came from. The miniscule scar that remained where it
was pulled began to get wider; the indent began to sink, like a heavy
weight placed on nylon. There was no bottom to this, only a growing
black hole.

The ground
began to sink beneath the boy's feet, as if being pulled toward the
hole. He began to run back to his house, frightened. The trees began
to lean and creak, as if they were wire to a magnet. The grass he was
running on began to fly past like a treadmill on full-speed.

His eyes
watered from the intense wind rushing past him, the pebble still
clutched firmly in his hand. Before he could even get up to the back
door, his own house rushed past; the entire neighborhood followed
behind. Every single house was sucked down this drain, one by one.

No matter how
fast the boy ran he seemed to remain stationary, as if the pull had
no effect on him. He watched the roads and rivers consumed as easily
as string to a vacuum. Oceans and deserts whirled down into this
drain until there was no land or water left. Standing upon
nothingness, the blue skies and clouds were ripped from above.

The scared
little boy was suspended in space, only distinguishing the hole
as being the darkest dot he saw. Soon, stars began to rush
towards him; the drain was ripping the canvas of space and time,
pulling it into its enigma.

Life and
light were no more, as the boy floated into nothingness, the drain
still below him. He had pulled the plug to existence.

It was only
the boy and the pebble, and there was no more.

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